Jul 262014
 

imagesI saw his photo weeks ago. He looked nice. Groomed. Professional.

Today, I knocked at his door. He led me upstairs and he nodded for me to sit. We chatted. I told him some of my untold secrets about my life, my body, my needs. He just listened.

Then he asked me to remove my top and sit on the bed. I did so. He looked at me; hands slid over my face, my neck.

Silence.

Then he said, ‘Just lay face down on the bed’.

I did so, aware of my exposed torso, his hands all over my body, pushing me down.

He asked me to turn over. I did. He said he would mostly be behind me and I should just relax. It would take about 20 minutes.

I put on my top, paid him and left.

I am sore.

But that’s what you get when you go to the osteopath.

Body Language #showusyourbelly

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Britmums. Live. Da, da, DAH!!! (for the Croods fans amongst you )

Britmums. Live. Da, da, DAH!!! (for the Croods fans amongst you )

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#BiBs2014 Shortlist

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